Sultans+of+Swing

You get a shiver in the dark It's raining in the park but meantime South of the river you stop and you hold everything A band is blowin' Dixie double four time You feel alright when you hear the music ring

And now you step inside but you don't see too many faces Comin' in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down Competition in other places Oh but the horns they blowin' that sound Way on down south, way on down south London town

You check out Guitar George, he knows all the chords but he's strictly rhythm he doesn't wanna make it cry or sing Yes and an old guitar is all he can afford When he gets up under the lights to play his thing

And Harry doesn't mind, if he doesn't make the scene He's got a daytime job, he's doin' alright He can play the honky tonk like anything Savin' it up for Friday night With the Sultans... with the Sultans of Swing

And a crowd of young boys they're fooling around in the corner Drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform soles They don't give a damn about any trumpet playing band It ain't what they call rock and roll And the Sultans... yeah the Sultans play Creole

Creole

And then the man he steps right up to the microphone And says at last just as the time bell rings 'Goodnight, now it's time to go home' And he makes it fast with one more thing 'We are the Sultans... We are the Sultans of Swing'